(WINCH CLICKING)
(BUBBLES POPPING)
(SCREAMING)
(PROJECTOR CLICKS)
This is Andy Barclay.
Eight years ago, he touched off the scandal
that nearly crippled this company,
claiming that his Good Guy doll, Chucky,
was possessed by Charles Lee Ray,
the notorious Lakeshore Strangler.
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
Now I ask you, ladies and gentlemen,
after all the lawsuits and negative publicity,
when the company is finally getting back on its feet again,
where is the wisdom in putting the Good Guy back on the market?
Mr. Sullivan, before any of this happened,
the Good Guy outsold all our other toys 2-to-1.
Even now, interest in the market place is at its peak.
The factory is up and running again.
We should be in stores by next week.
We cannot let the fantasies of one disturbed boy
influence company policy.
Well, what if the doll somehow affects
another child in a negative way?
You could have a public relations nightmare on your hands.
You know, one of the hardest things about this business
is that it is a business.
It doesn't matter what we're selling.
Whether it's cars, nuclear weapons, or, yes, even toys.
The bottom line is the bottom line.
And what are children, after all, but consumer trainees?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Andy Barclay is ancient history.
No one remembers him. Nobody cares.
I have made up my mind.
We're moving ahead.
Thank you.
WOMAN: Okay. MAN: All right.
Mr. Sullivan.
If there's nothing I can say to convince you,
then I must go on record with my position.
I'm completely against this.
Your position is crystal clear, Miles,
and you can be sure I won't forget.
Just a minute, folks! Please.
Mr. Sullivan, we have a little surprise for you.
The guys at the factory sent this over.
And we all wanted you to have it.
It's the first one off the assembly line.
The Good Guy of the '90s!
(ALL CHEERING)
Well, if there's nothing else, I'm gonna get going.
Fine.
PETZOLD: It's just, my wife's expecting me.
It's our anniversary.
Fine, Petzold.
Well, I guess I could review the Larrabee report after dinner.
Good night, Mr. Sullivan.
Good night.
(ELEVATOR BEEPS)
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
Well, despite a downdraft in the bond market,
stocks were able to post a rally on Friday,
thanks to a couple of different factors.
Not only did the stronger-than-expected employment report
allay some recession fears,
but also there was a technical rebound in stock,
short covering, program buying,
and the resurgence in the deal stocks
help set the tone for rally on the Street.
Here's a look at the numbers now.
For Friday, the Dow Industrial's up sixteen and two-thirds.
Of the highs of the day,
the transportation average up a little better than three.
Utilities bouncing up a point to pass at 12, at 22, 61, 78.
S&P 500 Cash are better than two
with the margin peaking up almost two and a half
with the premier ending at 1.59.
New York Stock Exchange Index up 1.23,
volume backing off a bit at 164 million shares.
Advances beat declines just about
9- to-5 on the New York Stock Exchange.
The up volume 103 million shares, the down volume...
(MAN CONTINUES ON TV)
In just a moment's time...
(MUTTERS)
(GRUNTING)
Where is it?
Ah.
Phew!
MAN:... bonds headed south on the stronger-than-expected economic data,
which served to bolster the U.S. dollar.
The Dollar Index up a quarter point.
(GROANING)
(MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING ON TV)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(SIREN WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
(RATTLING)
(WHIRRING)
(GRUNTING)
DOLL 1: Hi, my name is Larry.
DOLL 2: Hi, my name is Pauly.
Hey, wanna play?
I like to be hugged.
Hi, my name is Larry.
Hi, my name is Pauly.
Hey, wanna play?
I like to be hugged.
Hi, my name is Larry.
Hi, my name is Pauly.
Hey, wanna play?
I like to be... (DOLLS STOP TALKING)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERS)
(CHUCKY LAUGHING)
Don't fuck with the Chuck!
Oh, my God.
(SULLIVAN GROANS)
(GROANS)
Bull's-eye!
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS) (SCREAMING)
(CHOKING)
Just like the good old days.
Nothing like a strangulation to get the circulation going.
You're my only ticket out of here, Andy.
I got to get out of this goddamn body.
Where are you, you little shit?
(DRILL INSTRUCTOR YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
Inward, hut!
DE SILVA: Come on. Come on, yeah! You can do it!
Come on. You can do it, Jackson, hurry up.
Yeah! Move. Yes!
Come on. Let's go. Yeah! Come on.
Get moving! Go to the end of the line!
COCHRANE: I see that for the past eight years
you've been in one foster home after another.
Mind if I ask why?
They took me away from my mother.
She's under special care.
I know that.
I meant how come you never got settled anywhere?
Adjustment problems.
I can read, Barclay.
I'm asking you.
I never felt comfortable with those people.
They weren't family, they were strangers.
All right, listen up, Barclay.
I'm willing to cut you some slack because you've had it so rough,
but you're a troublemaker.
And I got a real problem with troublemakers.
They don't fit into the system.
So here's my advice.
Grow up, you're not a kid anymore.
It's time to forget these fantasies of killer dolls.
Yes, sir.
"When I was a child, I thought as a child.
"But when I became a man, I put away childish things. "
First Corinthians.
Look alive, Barclay, on your feet!
At Kent, we take bedwetters and turn them into men.
(ELECTRIC RAZOR BUZZES)
Oh, yes. Yes.
Oh, yes!
We're seeing some skin now, aren't we?
Presto! You're bald.
(CHUCKLES)
Always feels a little weird at first.
Next.
(TV PLAYING)
(VIDEO GAME BEEPING)
(LAUGHS)
Kiss it goodbye.
You know, the Romans invented the military cut.
You know why?
Why?
To keep their hair short
so their enemies couldn't grab ahold of it in battle
and slit their throat.
(LAUGHS)
Now, hold still.
Oh, shit.
(CHUCKLES)
BOY ON TV: We're back, and we're better than ever.
No one will play with me.
Uh-oh. There's a friend in need.
Hey, cheer up!
BOY: Who are you?
I'm a Good Guy.
(ECHOING) Good Guy! Good Guy! Good Guy! Good Guy!
I've just come from the Good Guy Clubhouse,
and I'll be your friend till the end.
BOY: You will?
Wow!
Sure I will.
BOTH: Hidey-ho!
So, all aboard for high-flying fun with me, your friend till the end,
the Good Guy doll from Play Pals.
BOY: Come on, man!
(THUDDING)
(BANGING)
Are you okay?
The bastards! Fucking bastards!
What happened?
Shelton, that's what happened.
Shelton and his goddamn lackeys.
Thank you. I'm fine.
I'm Andy.
You must be new.
Otherwise you'd know they don't tolerate any form of individuality here.
Certainly nothing so personal as the first name.
Yeah, right, I forgot. Barclay.
(SIGHS) Whitehurst. Harold Aubrey for the record.
So, who's this Shelton?
Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Brett C. Shelton.
He's God around here.
Don't expect any mercy from him.
(SIGHS) Welcome to hell, Barclay.
All present and accounted for, sir.
Thank you, Major Ellis.
You're the new boy, huh?
Yeah.
How you doing?
Pretty good. Good.
Who said you could look at me?
(YELLS) Do you know who I am?
Shelton?
That's Lieutenant Colonel Shelton to you, asshole!
Lieutenant Colonel Shelton.
No. Lieutenant Colonel Shelton,
sir.
Lieutenant Colonel Shelton, sir.
What's your name, dipweed?
Barclay.
Sir. Louder.
Sir! Louder!
(LOUDLY) Sir! Louder!
(YELLS) Sir!
That's much better, new boy. That's much better.
Shit, Whitehurst. (SNICKERS)
You are without a doubt
the most pathetic thing I have ever seen!
Wouldn't you agree?
I asked you a question, nimrod!
No, sir! I don't agree, sir!
Are you contradicting me, you sorry-ass sack of shit?
You asshole.
What did you say?
I said, "You asshole," sir!
You think you're pretty funny, don't you, De Silva?
Yes, I do, sir.
Why don't you drop and give me 25 right now?
Twenty-five what, sir?
Twenty-five push-ups, De Silva.
One, sir. Two, sir...
Now, you women might think that
because you're so much more delicate,
you deserve some sort of special treatment,
and once a month we're just going to get on out of your way.
DE SILVA: Twelve, sir. Thirteen, sir.
Well, you can forget it.
The same rules apply for everybody.
DE SILVA: Eighteen, sir. Nineteen, sir.
SHELTON: Only the fittest survive.
DE SILVA: Twenty-two, sir. Twenty-three, sir.
One-handed.
Twenty-four, sir.
Twenty-five, sir.
Recover.
(EXHALES)
How you doing, Tyler?
Sorry. Nothing from your dad today. Maybe tomorrow.
Listen, he's busy flying jets, defending the country.
He'll write to you when he gets the chance.
I know.
Hey!
I got a job for you.
Would you give this to the new kid for me? Barclay.
Yes, sir.
Attaboy.
Whoa.
Watch it, kid! Anyway, how could you be so stupid?
Hey, look out!
(DOOR SHUTS)
A Good Guy.
(SCREAMS) (EXCLAIMS)
Who the fuck are you?
I thought you guys only said three sentences.
I'm new and improved.
I never saw a doll like you before.
All right, kid, fun's over.
Where the hell's Andy?
Andy?
Can't you read?
He was supposed to get this package.
Tampering with the mail is a federal offense.
Sorry. Is he your best friend?
He's more than that. He's my new lease on life.
Wait a minute.
I got a new body,
and I ain't told anyone about my little secret yet.
So, what's your name, kid?
Tyler. What's yours?
Chucky. But, uh,
my real name is Charles Lee Ray.
(GUNS FIRING)
Whitehurst, what am I doing wrong?
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Is there anything you can't do?
Yeah. I can't seem to get thrown out of this place.
Barclay, meet De Silva.
Hi. Hi.
So, want to show me?
Yeah, sure. Okay.
(SIGHS)
No. Put the elbow... Yeah, like that.
And like this.
No. Keep both eyes open.
Keep your sights on the target.
Now hold your breath.
Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it.
(FIRES GUN)
You're not concentrating.
You know, it was really great what you did for us back there at formation.
Well, Shelton's a major dick.
(LAUGHS) Tell me about it.
(GUN FIRES)
TYLER: Couldn't we just play hide-and-seek?
CHUCKY: Hold still.
TYLER: What do you call this game anyway?
Hide the Soul. Trust me. You're gonna love it.
Whatever you say, Charles.
(CHANTING)
Give me the power, I beg of you!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CONTINUES CHANTING)
(DOOR OPENS) MAJOR: Yes, sir.
COCHRANE: So we divide the troops in half,
that'll be about 70 on each team. Shit!
Charles, stop swearing.
Per soldier, and we're gonna need
the Springfield 0-3s... Yes, sir.
...marked for both the red team and the blue team.
What are you doing, Tyler?
We're playing Hide the Soul.
I'll catch up with you.
I'll start loading the paint pellet.
We don't play with dolls, do we now, Tyler?
Dolls are for girls.
But Charles is my new best friend.
Tyler, you know better than to talk back to a superior officer.
Yes, sir.
Clean that up.
I'll take care of this.
I'll be back!
(THUD)
Left! Left! Left, right, left!
Left! Left!
Get that weapon up, Barclay!
Platoon, halt!
Left face!
New boy, fall out!
(YELLS) Fall out!
SHELTON: Order, hut!
Port, arms!
Right shoulder, arms!
Left shoulder, arms!
Right shoulder, arms!
Left shoulder, arms!
Port, arms!
Left shoulder, arms!
Port, arms!
Right shoulder, arms!
(GARBLED COMMANDS)
Barclay!
It's not a baton, Barclay.
(SNICKERS)
You look like a goddamn majorette over here.
I'm not used to guns, sir.
(SCOFFS)
Does this look like a gun to you, Barclay?
It's a rifle!
Major Ellis? Sir!
Would you please show the new boy the difference?
This is my rifle, this is my gun.
This is for shooting, and this is for fun.
A soldier's rifle is his best friend.
Remember that.
Stop!
Shit!
CHUCKY: Help! Please, mister!
Please, somebody!
Jesus!
CHUCKY: I'm stuck! Mister!
I'm in here!
Hold on. I'm coming! (CHUCKY SCREAMING)
Where are you?
I'm coming.
Yell or something! Make a noise!
Where are you?
What the...
(GASPS)
Oh, my God.
No! Stop!
(LAUGHING EVILLY)
Stop!
(SCREAMING)
SHELTON: Fall out.
You get back there.
Better finish unpacking, Barclay.
Shelton's notorious for surprise inspections.
What are you doing?
What does it look like? I'm polishing Shelton's shoes.
He makes you polish his shoes?
No, I offered out of the kindness of my heart.
Whitehurst, did you see Cochrane with that doll today?
No. What doll?
He was carrying a Good Guy doll,
just before the accident with the garbage truck.
Good Guys, I remember those.
Yeah, me, too.
(SPITS)
Uh, lights out in a few minutes.
I'm going to go get washed up.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Barclay, I almost forgot.
Sergeant Clark wanted to know if you got that package.
What package?
He said you got a package in the mail.
That little kid Tyler was supposed to bring it to you.
Didn't you get it? No.
Who would've sent me a package?
(GROANS)
Hey, long time no see, pal.
No, you're dead. We killed you!
You know what they say,
you just can't keep a Good Guy down.
(LAUGHING)
Andy, how you've grown.
You're not gonna kill me. You need me.
You need to transfer your soul into my body.
Wrong again, wimp.
I got some fresh meat lined up
and I'm not gonna let you spoil it, not this time.
(GASPS) Tyler.
Yeah, just think. Chucky's gonna be a bro.
(LAUGHING EVILLY)
I'm not gonna let you get away with this.
I'm not gonna let you near that kid.
(EXCLAIMS)
(GRUNTING)
(LAUGHING)
What's the matter, Barclay, huh? You homesick?
You miss your mommy?
What the fuck is this?
I'm sorry about your shoe, all right. I'll polish it.
Just give me back the doll.
No, no, you listen to me.
You tell Whitehurst he's off the hook, huh?
I got myself another slave.
And clean up this mess. You got five demerits.
What about the doll?
Ah. My kid sister's birthday is coming up.
I think she's gonna love it, don't you?
(DOOR CREAKING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(RUSTLING)
(GRUNTING)
Oh, shit.
Andy.
What the fuck?
No, stop!
What the fuck are you doing in my room, Barclay?
You wouldn't believe me.
Where's the doll, Barclay?
Where's the fucking doll?
You took it, didn't you? No!
What's going on?
Yeah, well, somebody sure as hell took it.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
It's almost midnight, Colonel.
Is this really necessary?
I'm trying to weed out a thief, sir.
You've always told me how important it is
to uphold the school's code of honor.
I'm simply trying to impress that upon the men, sir.
All right, Shelton, make your point.
But I want everybody back inside at 0100 hours.
Yes, sir.
By the time we get through with Barclay,
he's going to be living in a whole world full of shit.
All right. We've only got an hour, so let's make it count.
Yes, sir.
ELLIS: All right, ladies, get those weapons in the air.
I want to see 'em high!
Higher!
I think I'm gonna throw up.
CADET 1: You're dead, new boy.
CADET 2: Fucking geek.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
CHUCKY: "Dear Charles, you're it.
"Come and find me, your best friend. "
Shit.
TYLER: Charles.
Come and find me!
God damn it.
Platoon! ALL: Hut!
Double time!
ALL: Hut!
Get those knees up, ladies!
Whitehurst, where do the kids sleep?
Above the portico. Why?
ELLIS: You're wearing combat boots, not ballet slippers.
Come on, move! Barclay?
ELLIS: It's gonna get a lot worse than this!
Get the lead out. Come on, move it!
Faster, faster. Let's go, Brock!
Get those knees in the sky! Come on!
(GROANING)
You son of a bitch!
(CHUCKLES)
You got a hell of a punch there, Barclay.
Now I'll see what kind of tough guy you really are.
Get your head around.
(GIGGLES)
Tyler, come out, come out, wherever you are.
Olly olly oxen free.
Get out here, you little son of a bitch.
ELLIS: Three! ALL: Three!
ELLIS: You're not sounding off.
ALL: Four!
ELLIS: You're pissing me off!
ALL: Five!
All right, Barclay, you got me curious.
What are you trying to prove?
Forget it.
No, really, I want to know.
All right.
The doll's alive. He's after Tyler.
You're right, forget it.
I just hope he can take care of himself.
DE SILVA: (WHISPERING) Come on. IVERS: Okay, okay.
(SHUSHING) Quiet.
(BOTH GASP)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Shut up.
Okay, come on.
Come on.
I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
Okay, just stay here and keep an eye out, okay?
Oh, I live for this.
I know, Ivers. Now, go, go!
(SHUSHING)
You know, I don't see what you see in that guy, anyway.
I don't know, he's... Well, he's just different from everybody else.
Oh, please.
Oh, he's kind of cute, too.
Mmm. (LAUGHS)
Okay.
Foster homes. No wonder he's so quiet.
(THUMPING) (BOTH GASP)
What was that?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
So you took the doll?
Shelton will have you court-martialed if he finds out.
We're playing Hide and Seek. What are you guys doing?
We couldn't sleep.
(GASPS) Oh, he is so cute.
Ivers, he was mine first! Give him back! Give him back!
(SHUSHING) You guys, please be quiet.
Can you go stand guard?
Yes, sir.
So what's his name?
Ask him yourself. All right.
What is your name, little doll?
Hi, I'm Chucky. And I'm your friend to the end.
Hidey-ho! (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) I love it.
His real name is Charles Lee Ray.
Oh, is that so? Give me your lipstick.
What for? Just give it to me.
Oh, no.
What are you doing?
DE SILVA: You'll see.
Wait. Stop.
Here you go, little baby! TYLER: Come on!
You're messing him up.
Oh, you're so cute.
Aw. TYLER: Don't do that!
Don't. He looks stupid.
You're making him look like a wuss.
No, he looks sweet. What are you doing?
(DISTANT CLANGING)
You guys, someone's coming.
Come on, let's go.
Come on. Let's go. Wait, wait.
TYLER: Stop! What about Charles?
(EXCLAIMS)
This means war.
(SOFT CLATTERING)
What the hell?
I like to be hugged. (EXCLAIMS)
(LAUGHS)
(CLATTERING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(GROANING)
Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me!
(GASPING)
A man lives through two tours in Nam
and then one night he just drops dead.
Doesn't make any sense.
(REVEILLE PLAYING)
SHELTON: At ease!
We will now take a moment of silence
to honor Colonel Cochrane.
He was a fine man and he will be sorely missed.
Bow your heads for prayer.
SHELTON: Take seats!
It's getting pretty shaggy, Carlson.
I want to see you on Friday.
Yes, sir.
(GROANS) Monday, Fabrizzio.
(GRUNTS) Yes, sir.
My man.
(EXCLAIMS) Tuesday.
Look at you, Whitehurst. You're a disgrace.
When's the last time you had a trim?
Two weeks ago, Sergeant, I think.
You think? You think?
I want to see you right after breakfast. You got it?
Yes, sir, Sergeant Botnick, sir.
And what are you looking at, new boy?
Wednesday.
Barclay, what are you doing?
You can't just get up in the middle of mess.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(MOUTHING) Shut up.
Major.
At ease!
(VIDEO GAME BEEPING)
Tyler.
Hi, Barclay. What's up?
I gotta talk to you about Chucky.
You mean Charles.
Have you seen him?
Not since last night.
He's hiding somewhere.
He's gonna lay low till he knows you're alone,
and then he's gonna come after you.
He just wants to play.
Listen to me, Tyler.
No matter what he says, no matter what he promises you,
you've got to stay away from him.
Don't let him fool you. He's bad.
Charles isn't bad. He's a Good Guy.
It says so on his shirt.
He lies, Tyler.
Believe me, he's bad news.
He's hurt a lot of people.
I think Colonel Cochrane was one of them.
You're just jealous 'cause he's my best friend now, instead of yours.
(VIDEO GAME BEEPING)
Look, you better keep this.
(BUZZING)
Whitehurst, you are without a doubt
the sorriest excuse for a soldier to ever disgrace these walls.
Face it, you're not cut out for this life.
Why don't you do yourself a favor
and get the hell out of Kent?
If I had any choice in the matter, I would, sir.
Smart-ass.
Presto! You're bald.
(CHUCKLES)
(SNIFFLES) Yeah.
(WHISTLING TUNE)
What the hell?
How did you get in there?
That haircut ain't regulation, soldier.
When's the last time you had a trim, huh?
(LAUGHING)
Kiss it goodbye.
(BUZZING)
(LAUGHING)
Presto! You're dead.
(CHUCKY LAUGHING EVILLY)
It's definitely you.
I just forgot my... My...
Boo! (GASPS)
The annual war games
have been an unbroken tradition here at Kent for over 50 years.
Colonel Cochrane was a man who believed in the value of tradition.
He not only would have wanted us to go on,
he'd have ordered us to go on.
Therefore, the war games will proceed as scheduled.
(ALL YELLING)
Lieutenant Colonel Shelton will command the blue team.
Major Rawlings will head up the reds.
The objective is simple.
To capture the other team's flag,
bring it back here safely to base.
Rawlings.
You will pick up your weapons in the armory before moving out.
You will be using the standard issue Springfield 0-3.
Your ammo.
(FIRING)
Shelton.
If you get hit, you are dead.
Hike back to base.
Commanders, take charge of your teams.
May the best team win.
Good luck, men and women.
Nice of you to join us.
(PANTS NERVOUSLY)
Looks like Botnick's in a pretty bad mood today.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong.
This ought to slow the pricks down.
INSTRUCTOR: Left! Left! Left!
INSTRUCTOR: (SINGING) Here we go again
CADETS: (SINGING) Here we go again
Same old stuff again
Marching down the avenue
Two more miles, we'll be through
I'll be getting rid of you
Same old ugly stuff
Here we go again
Marching down the avenue
One more mile, we'll be through
I'll be getting rid of you
What's going on, Whitehurst?
You saw something, didn't you? You saw Chucky.
Don't wimp out on me now, Whitehurst.
I need your help. That kid needs your help.
I didn't see anything, okay?
I didn't see anything at all.
INSTRUCTOR: Your left, right, your left
CADETS: Your left, right, your left
Your military left
Ellis, let's make sure the perimeters are secured.
Yes, sir.
She checks all the windows,
and then the babysitter hears this thump, thump.
Thumping.
Like something's being dragged across the floor upstairs.
And suddenly she thinks, "I haven't checked on the children. "
So she hurries to the top of the stairs,
and when she gets there,
she sees her boyfriend, completely dismembered,
dragging himself across the floor by his chin.
Thump. Slide.
CADET 1: Ugh!
(CADET 2 LAUGHS)
Thump. Slide.
IVERS: That is gross.
(DE SILVA LAUGHING)
Hey, you guys, I got a better story and it's true.
It's about this mental institution,
and it's a few miles away from here.
Hey!
Hope it wasn't something I said.
(CHUCKLES) No. I'm sorry.
De Silva, where do you think the red team's camped out?
Could be anywhere.
Shelton'll find them. He always does.
By the way, you can call me Kristin.
What?
Kristin.
It's my first name. Do you have one?
Andy. Oh.
Come on, Andy, I want to show you something.
Pretty cool, huh?
Yeah.
BARCLAY: I almost forgot there were places like that.
People just go to have fun.
(TWIGS CRACKLING) Listen!
Somebody's out there.
It's probably just a chipmunk or something.
Nothing scares you, does it?
No.
Man, I really gotta get out of this body.
I'm going after Tyler.
Are you crazy? You'll never find them.
Wanna bet?
I swiped this from Shelton's tent.
He sent out a reconnaissance mission right before we pitched camp.
The red team is somewhere around here.
That kid's a sitting duck, Whitehurst.
Now, are you with me or not?
I'm sorry, I can't.
ELLIS: Up and at 'em, ladies, we're moving out!
I want this camp to be a ghost town in five minutes!
I thought we weren't going until dawn, sir.
Someone stole the reconnaissance map out of the Colonel's tent,
so we're making our move now.
Get going, Hanley.
Whitehurst.
You wouldn't know anything about a missing map, would you?
Where the hell's Barclay? Whitehurst!
Colonel Shelton, you'd better have a look in here, sir.
(SIGHS)
What is it, Ellis?
Barclay's gone AWOL, sir.
(SCOFFS)
He stole the map.
That little fucking traitor's doubling for the reds.
Where's Tyler?
He went AWOL with some guy named Charles.
Where's Andy?
Whitehurst, where is he?
SHELTON: Platoon, halt!
All right. De Silva, you're going to take the right flank.
Siegel, you take the left. I want you to check in
on the radio every five minutes.
Yes, sir. All right, move it.
The rest of us are gonna spread out
and meet up with Ellis at Split Rock.
Move out!
Whitehurst, move!
Thanks for coming after me.
What are friends for?
Duck.
That was a close one.
Now, we can play Hide the Soul.
I'm tired. I don't want to play that dumb game anymore.
You're a fucking drag, you know that?
Watch your mouth, Charles.
Stop calling me that!
What's the knife for?
A good soldier is always prepared, Tyler.
Barclay was right. You're not a Good Guy.
(CHUCKLES) Sorry, kid, you got me. I'm bad.
Now, assume the position.
TYLER: No! (CHUCKY GROANS)
Get back here!
Barclay! Barclay!
Tyler!
(TWIG SNAPS)
Barclay, you fucking traitor, give me my map!
Listen to me, Shelton!
You got any idea what we do to traitors, Barclay?
Tyler's in trouble.
Come on, Whitehurst, back me up.
Major Ellis, call in the flanks.
Yes, sir.
De Silva, Siegel, do you copy?
De Silva, do you copy?
ELLIS ON RADIO: De Silva, come in.
(SCREAMING)
Siegel's on his way back, sir.
No word yet from De Silva.
Well, keep trying. Yes, sir.
TYLER: Help! Help!
Tyler!
Barclay!
Are you okay, Tyler?
Well, looks like we got ourselves a little POW.
Barclay, you were right. Charles is bad.
He tried to hurt me.
Who the hell's Charles?
CHUCKY ON RADIO: Come in, Barclay. Come in.
Who the hell is that?
It's Charles.
Who is this?
CHUCKY: Put Barclay on, jarhead.
ELLIS: It's the reds. They're up to something.
What do you want?
CHUCKY: I want the kid.
Bring him up to the old jeep or there'll be hell to pay.
DE SILVA: Andy, don't do it! De Silva!
You hear that, Barclay?
BARCLAY: Don't touch her, you son of a bitch.
Now, bring me the kid or I'll waste her.
Red team, red team. Come in, red team.
CADET: This is red team. Over.
CHUCKY: We got a situation up here at the old jeep.
Blue team sighted. Advise you to move your troops in.
CHUCKY: I hope they like the taste of lead.
Now just sit back and watch the sparks fly.
All right, you two are going to go on up ahead, draw 'em out.
The rest of us are gonna circle around.
Shelton, this is no game.
I'm telling you, this guy is dangerous.
Relax, Barclay. It's only paint.
All right. Let's do it.
I'm scared, Barclay.
Yeah, me, too.
All right, kid. Get over here!
No.
Don't fuck with me!
I'll blow all of you to pieces!
Beat it.
Now, just get down and shut up.
Yeah.
(GUNS FIRING)
Ow!
Hold your fire!
CADET: Hold your fire!
De Silva, where the hell is everybody?
Hi, soldier.
(LAUGHING)
Fuck me.
(GUNS FIRING)
All right!
(LAUGHING)
Shit!
Stay down! (GUNS FIRING)
They're using live rounds!
(CACKLING)
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
Oh, God, he's not breathing. Get away from him!
You did this, didn't you?
You sick son of a bitch!
Now I'm gonna kill you!
Stop it! Get off of him!
He didn't do it! Stop it!
Let go of me. Stop it!
Sayonara, suckers.
DE SILVA: No! Get off of him!
Stop it! He didn't do it!
BARCLAY: Let go of me. DE SILVA: He didn't do it! Stop!
Look out!
(EXPLOSION)
IVERS: No! Oh, my God, what happened?
It's Whitehurst.
GIRL: Oh, my God! Ellis! Ellis, what happened?
Epstein, what the hell happened?
I don't know. Who fucked with the rifles?
EPSTEIN: I don't know. ELLIS: Okay, okay.
Get Clark on the radio. Yes, sir.
And get me a medic up here right now! Yes, sir.
All right. Everybody stay calm!
(SOBBING)
Epstein, I want that radio! Oh, God.
(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
SECURITY GUARD: This is the last time I'm gonna tell you.
Give that thing a rest or you're out of here, both of you.
Come on, we're not bothering anybody.
You're bothering me. Keep it down.
(MUSIC STOPS)
GIRL: Jeez!
Mister, mister, you've got to help me.
What's wrong? What's the matter?
Charles! Charles, he's after me.
Who's Charles? He's a Good Guy.
He wants to play Hide the Soul. Okay, slow down, slow down!
Have a seat over there. Are you from Kent?
Yes, sir. What's your name, son?
Ronald Tyler. Private first-class, sir.
Have a seat. How about some gum, Private?
I know how it must hurt when a friend does something bad to you.
Sure does.
But I bet your friend... What's his name, Charles?
I bet you Charles didn't mean it.
I bet you he's really sorry.
No, he isn't. He wants to hurt me.
Nobody's going to hurt you.
Hey, I know what will cheer you up.
Look what I found.
MAN: Here's your prize. There you go.
Thank you, Daddy.
Let's go in the Super Loop.
CHILDREN: Yeah.
Hey, maybe somebody's seen him.
Oh, God.
Come on. Wait.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Mommy, Mommy, I loved it!
Were you scared? BOTH: No!
Let's have some popcorn and go on one more ride.
CHUCKY: Perfect. In there.
Don't even think about it.
Come on. Okay.
In there!
(BELL TOLLING)
(CREAKING)
(LAUGHING)
(DEMONIC LAUGHTER)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
CHUCKY: Time to play.
This looks good. Park it.
(BELL TOLLING)
Ah!
(CACKLING) Whoa!
(GRUNTING)
(DEMONIC LAUGHTER)
(SCREAMS)
Kid!
(SKELETON CACKLING)
(DEMONIC LAUGHTER)
(SCREAMS)
Ha!
Tyler!
Barclay! Barclay! In here!
He's got a gun!
(GUN FIRING)
Kid!
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHS)
Are you okay? Oh, my God.
(SOBBING) Oh, God.
Here. Take it.
You can do it.
I'll be okay.
(STEAM WHOOSHING)
(ROARING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
Help! Help!
Yeah! You're mine now, Tyler!
Help! Help!
(ROARING)
CHUCKY: No!
(SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Tyler!
Barclay!
Tyler, watch out!
Shit!
(TURBINE WHIRRING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
This is it, kid! End of the line.
(CHANTING)
Give me the power, I beg of you!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CHUCKY CHANTING)
Come on, keep both eyes open. Hold your breath.
(CHUCKY SCREAMING)
(CONTINUES CHANTING)
(SCREAMING)
Yeah!
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Come on, let's get out of here.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Hold on, Tyler! Hold on!
CHUCKY: Give me the fucking kid! He's mine!
TYLER: Help! He's mine!
Give me the fucking kid!
BARCLAY: Hold on, Tyler. Hold on.
He's mine!
BARCLAY: Come on, hold on, Tyler. TYLER: Barclay!
TYLER: Here. Take the knife!
CHUCKY: Give him to me!
TYLER: Take it! Here, take it!
Barclay! Hold on!
TYLER: Reach for it! CHUCKY: He's mine!
No!
(SCREAMING)
Tyler, come on. I got you.
Okay, we're on our way in.
DISPATCHER: Roger.
You'll have to come with us now, son.
Are you going to be okay?
Don't worry. I've been here before.
Watch your head.
(SIREN WAILING)