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'They will say
that l have shed innocent blood.

'What's blood for,
if not for shedding?

'With my hook for a hand,

'l'll split you from your groin
to your gullet.'

'l came for you.'

lt's the scariest story
l have ever heard, and it's totally true.

Lt happened a few years ago,
near Moses Lake, in Indiana.

Clara was babysitting
for the Johnsons,

and Billy pulls up on his motorcycle.

Now, she wasn't even
going out with Billy.

She was actually going out with Michael
for about six months,

but she always kind of
had the hots for Billy

cos he was, like, a bad boy.

And Michael was just so nice.

So, anyway, she decides
that tonight's the night

that she's gonna give Billy
what she never gave to Michael.

Have you ever heard of Candyman?

No.

Well, his right hand is sawn off

and he has a hook jammed
in the bloody stump.

And if you look in the mirror,

and you say his name five times,

he'll appear behind you
breathing down your neck.

You wanna try it?

So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror and he said...

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

No one ever got past four.

Not here.

Go downstairs.

l have a surprise for you.

She looked in the mirror,

and l don't know why,

but she said his name the last time.

Candyman.

She turned out the lights...

What he saw turned his hair white
from shock.

Killed her,

split her open with his hook,
and then killed the baby, too.

And Billy got away,

but soon after he went crazy.

My, er... my roommate's boyfriend
knows him.

So, when did you first hear this story?

My friend heard it on the radio.
lt's true. Sick, huh?

The babysitter just roasted the kid,
like it was a turkey or something.

So, what's the deal?

You guys doing a page on serial killers
or something?

- Something like that.
- Well, that's it. We're done.

- Alright.
- Thanks.

No problem.

- See ya.
- See ya.

See ya.

Seems like they're getting younger
every day.

Does anybody remember
the craze for the pet baby alligators?

When they got too large to keep,

people flushed them down the toilet.

They live in the sewers now.

Some of them are 30-feet long.

Where did this happen?

Ln Miami.

They went blind and albino
from living in the dark.

Sir, it wasn't Miami,
it was New York. l read it in the paper.

Oh, well, then it must be true.

Why would Danny and Diane both
be suffering from the same delusion,

in two cities, over 1 ,000 miles apart?

Let's face it, folks.

There are no alligators in the sewers.

No, it's round the campfire,
it's bedtime stories.

See, these stories
are modern, oral folklore.

They are the unselfconscious
reflection of the fears of urban society.

That's lunch.

The primordial reptile is then transformed
into this monster, right?

Why?

Ouch! That's bad...

- Ah, the dashing professor.
- The lovely wife.

Hello.

Helen, you know everybody?
The crème de la crème. Harold.

- Hi.
- Diane, Daniel, Stacey.

- Hi.
- Hello.

So, keep up the good work.

- Thank you for the contributions.
- Thanks. Bye.

- Awesome lecture.
- See you.

Bye.

See ya.

So you wanna tell me about this girl?

What's her name? Stacey.

She could barely look me
in the eyes, Trevor,

and l swear she was blushing.

Well, l guess that's because
she's madly in love with me.

You know, all those bursting
adolescent hormones.

- You don't really think...
- No, of course not.

Good. l should hope not.

So, what's the matter?

Trevor,

you promised you wouldn't do the
urban legends lecture until next semester.

You knew that Bernadette and l
were gathering data from the freshmen,

so why did you have to ruin it?

Honey, you're my wife
and l love you dearly,

but you can't expect me
to hold up their education

while the two of you complete your thesis.
l mean, be realistic.

l have a curriculum l have to follow here.

- Yes, l know.
- Well?

So don't be mad at me.

'lf you look in the mirror
and say his name five times,

'he'll appear behind you
breathing down your neck.'

- Can l clean the room?
- Oh, sure. Don't mind me.

'So Billy began.
He looked in the mirror and he said,

"'Candyman, Candyman, Candyman..."'

Candyman, huh?

Yes, have you heard of him?

Mmm-hmm.
You doing a study on him?

Yes, l am.
What have you heard?

Everybody's scared of him
once it get dark.

He live over at Cabrini.
My friend told me about him.

Cabrini-Green?

Yeah, in the projects.

l live on the South Side,
so l don't know too much about it,

but my friend, she know all about it.
Her cousin live at Cabrini.

They say he killed a lady.

Can l talk to your friend?

Sure.

- Kitty?
- Yeah? What do you want?

Lady down here wanna talk to you.

Alright.

She comin'.

l'm Helen Lyle.

Pleased to meet you.
Henrietta Mosely.

- And this is Kitty Culver.
- Hello.

Tell her what you told me
about the Candyman.

All l know was there was some lady in a tub,
and she heard a noise.

Do you remember her name?

l think her name was Ruthie Jean.

And she heard this banging
and smashing,

like somebody was trying
to make a hole in the wall.

So Ruthie called 91 1 and she said,
"There's somebody comin' through the walls."

And they didn't believe her.

- They thought the lady was crazy, right?
- Mmm-hmm.

So she called 91 1 again,
and they still didn't believe her.

And when they finally got there,
she was dead.

Was she shot?

No. Erm...

She was killed with a hook.

Yeah.

lt's true.

Yeah, it is.
l read it in the papers.

Candyman killed her.

Yeah, but l don't know nothing
about that.

Helen, this is sick.

This isn't one of your fairytales.
A woman got killed here.

Jesus.

That's not the half of it.

Now, that's Cabrini-Green,
not that you'd recognize it today.

Yeah, no kidding.
l won't even drive past there.

- Heard a kid got shot there the other day.
- Every day.

OK, now look carefully
at this picture.

And then this one.

You spot it?

No.

That's not Cabrini-Green.

That's this building, Lincoln Village.

My apartment was built
as a housing project.

- No.
- Yeah.

Now take a look at this.

Once it was finished,
the city soon realized

that there was no barrier
between here and the Gold Coast.

Unlike over there, where you got the highway
and the "L" train to keep the ghetto cut off.

Exactly. So they made
some minor alterations.

They covered the cinder block in plaster

and they sold the lot off as condos.

How much did you pay for this place?

Don't ask.

Now wait till you see this.

Here's the proof.

The killer, or killers,
they don't know which,

smashed their way
through the back of this cabinet.

See, there's no wall there.

lt's only a medicine chest separating us
from the other apartment.

Hey, hey, wait! What are you doing?
There could be somebody on the toilet.

No, the apartment's vacant.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

There.

OK. Now take a look.

That is amazing.

What?

There's somebody in there.
l saw a light go on.

There's nobody there.

- Psych.
- That's not funny. That was not funny.

- You didn't scare me at all.
- Yeah, right.

Ow.

You don't believe
all that nonsense anyway, do you?

l don't. Do you?

No.

Alright.

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman.

Oh, you chicken!

You have to do it five times.
Go on. Go again.

- l'm sorry...
- l did it...

Trevor?

- Why stop? What's the matter?
- Oh, Trevor!

What? Who were you expecting?

What time is it?

lt's late, and l'm smashed.

Sorry l scared you.

What's with the arsenal, Bernadette?
We're only going eight blocks.

You're the one
who got us dressed up like cops.

- l just said dress conservatively.
- Yeah, we look like cops.

- Why are you trying to scare me?
- l'm not trying to scare you, Helen.

l just want you to think, OK?

The gangs hold this whole neighborhood
hostage.

OK, let's just turn around then!

Let's just go back,
and we can write a nice little boring thesis,

regurgitating all the usual crap
about urban legend.

We've got a real shot here, Bernadette.

An entire community starts attributing
the daily horrors of their lives

to a mythical figure.

Now, if Trevor and Archie were in on this,
do you think they'd chicken out?

Ln a second.

Exactly.

Alright.

- Yo, G, what's up?
- What's up, man?

- You wanna wait here for me?
- No.

Well, then let's go.

- Check them out.
- And lock the car.

Hey, now. Whoo!

Want somethin', baby?

l got it for you.

Say, yo, mama.
Come over here, baby. Come on, come on.

Yo, baby.

Which way you goin'?

Just going inside.

Yeah?

- Y'all can't come up in here.
- Can't come up in here.

- Excuse me, y'all can't come up in here.
- Who you lookin' for?

Just going up to see a friend of ours.

Sure you're not the police, huh?

Look like Five-O to me.

Ask Blondie where she goin'.

Who she goin' to see?

- Who you goin' to see?
- Let's take the stairs.

Come on.

Where you all goin' there?

Heads up, people!
Five-O comin' up the back door! Police!

lt's OK. They think we're cops.
They're not going to follow us.

Hang on.

- Look at this.
- Oh, this is great.

"Sweets to..."

- "To the sweet."
- "Sweets to the sweet."

Hurry up, Helen.

Let me just get the door.

Sorry.

Jesus, Helen.

Here it is.

- Don't go in there.
- Come on.

Come on, come on.

Jesus, it stinks.

See, l was right.
The layout is identical.

Which means
that the bathroom is over there.

- Helen...
- What's the problem?

A woman died in there.
Leave it.

lt's alright.
There's nothing to see.

God.

Wait a minute.

- This is where he crawled through, right?
- Yeah.

- Well, we found it. Let's go.
- Wait a second.

OK. Hang on to this.

What?

l'm just gonna go through,

- and when l get back, we're out of here.
- You gotta be kidding.

Oh, come on.
lt's just a derelict apartment.

What if somebody's
packing drugs in there?

You're just gonna apologize
and give them your card?

Huh?

Alright. Let's listen.

There's nobody in there.

OK.

But hurry up. Be careful.

- Give me the camera.
- You got five minutes.

OK. Five.

Dammit!

Bernadette!

l'm sorry.

- l ran out of film. l've gotta go back.
- No way.

- You can't believe what...
- No way, Helen. We're out of here.

Hey, what y'all doin' in there?

We're just leaving.

- You here for the sweet?
- No.

Er, we're not cops.

- We're from the university.
- Well, you don't belong here, lady.

You don't belong goin'
through people's apartments and things.

My name is Helen Lyle
and this is Bernadette Walsh.

We're doing a thesis,

and we were wondering if we could just
talk to you for a few minutes.

Here. This is my card.

My baby. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.
Come on.

You know, whites don't ever come here,
except to cause us a problem.

Believe me,
that's not what we want to do.

Let's go.

So you say you're doing a study?

What you gonna say?

That we're bad?

Hmm?

We steal?

We gangbang?

We all on drugs, right?

We ain't all like them assholes
downstairs, you know?

l just wanna raise my child good.

He's a beautiful little boy.

He's all l got.

What's his name?

Anthony.

l'm Anne-Marie.

- Anne-Marie McCoy.
- Nice to meet you.

l'm sorry we disturbed you.

We'll just get out of your way.

lt's OK. l mean...

l don't mean to be rude. lt's...

You know, it's just...
The white folks that come round here

ain't too handshakin' with us,
you know?

- Hey, what you doin'?
- Let me help you.

Oh.

Making a mess here, huh?

Thank you.

Thanks.

You got kids?

No, but l'd love one.

Hey.

Got my eye on this one, big time.

Yeah. They're not gonna get him.

You wanna know
about Ruthie Jean?

They all been here, you know?

Newspapers,
cops, case workers.

They all wanna know.

l heard her screaming.

l heard her right through the walls.

l dialed 91 1 .

Nobody came.

Nobody came.

Everybody's scared.

He can come right through these walls,
you know?

l'm scared.

Scared for my child.

They ain't never gonna catch him.

Who?

Candyman.

lf they asked for something, if they saw
something they liked, they didn't point.

They thought it was rude to point.

What did they do?

Spat over people.
lt's quite extraordinary.

- Be nice.
- l am being nice. l'm being very nice.

So how are the two most beautiful
graduate students getting along, then?

Trevor tells me you've been dabbling
in my favorite subject.

Well, l can't wait to review your data.

- l think l can fit you in tomorrow morning.
- We're not ready yet.

That's precisely the moment
at which l can be of greatest assistance.

Before you disappear down a path
to academic Bolivia.

l think l've been there.

Actually, Purcell,
we're about to bury you.

- Helen...
- What?

l'm sure we're gonna have something
for you in a week or so.

- lt's just that we only went to Cabrini today...
- Ah!

Cabrini-Green.

Candyman country.

Well, if you're after the hook man, Helen,

you really must read the paper
l wrote about him ten years ago.

You do know the story, don't you?

No.

Then how are you going to bury me?

The legend first appeared in 1 890.

Candyman was the son of a slave.

His father had amassed
a considerable fortune

from designing a device
for the mass-producing of shoes

after the Civil War.

Candyman had been sent
to all the best schools,

and had grown up in polite society.

He had a prodigious talent as an artist

and was much sought after
when it came to the documenting

of one's wealth and position in society,
in a portrait.

Lt was in this latter capacity

that he was commissioned
by a wealthy landowner

to capture his daughter's
virginal beauty.

Well, of course,
they fell deeply in love,

and she became pregnant.

Poor Candyman.

The father executed a terrible revenge.

He paid a pack of brutal hooligans
to do the deed.

They chased Candyman
through the town to Cabrini-Green,

where they proceeded to saw off
his right hand with a rusty blade.

And no one came to his aid.

But this was just the beginning
of his ordeal.

Nearby, there was an apiary.

Dozens of hives filled with hungry bees.

They smashed the hives
and stole the honeycomb,

and smeared it over his prone,
naked body.

Candyman was stung to death
by the bees.

They burned his body on a giant pyre

and then scattered his ashes
over Cabrini-Green.

Hello.

Anne-Marie ain't in.

Are you sure?

Yeah. She said you'd be back.

What's your name?

Jake.

Well, listen, Jake,
maybe you can help me out.

l wanted to find out
about that woman who got killed.

Do you know anything about that?

Her name was Ruthie Jean.

l don't know nothing.

Did anybody else talk about it?

You know,
it's OK to talk to me, Jake...

cos l'm not a cop.

So nobody's gonna get in trouble.

l can't say nothing,
or Candyman'll get me.

Candyman, huh?

You scared of him?

l ain't scared of nobody.

But you're crazy
walking here on your own.

Lt ain't safe around here.

Yeah, l know.

But l don't scare too easy either, Jake.

You know,
you don't have to tell me.

You could just show me.

And if you show me where Candyman is,
l'll make you a promise.

it’ll be our secret.

Unless you're too scared.

Somebody building a bonfire?

Yeah, for the party.

Ln there.

Candyman's in there?

My friend Charlie says so.

A boy got killed there.

Who was he?

Ain't sure.
Charlie tell me he was weird.

He was crazy?

No, a retard.

His mom was in the store.

And the boy, he needed to go,
you know, to the bathroom.

His mom was taking her time,
choosing this, looking at that.

So the boy started moaning.

His mom get mad at him,
sent him across the street.

His mom was at the checkout.
She hears her boy screaming.

'Mommy!

'Mommy!'

There's a big tough guy.

He runs over to check it out.

Come out of there
shaking and crying.

He only been in there five seconds.

Come out of there
and his hair turned white.

l mean, it turned white, just like that.

- Was the boy murdered?
- Worse.

He's lying on the floor in a pool of blood,
holding himself.

'Mommy! Mommy!'

They found it floating in a toilet.

Can't fix that. Better off dead.

Did Candyman do this?

Listen, you wait here for me, OK?

OK.

Hello?

Candyman.

Oh, excuse me.

l'm done here.
l'll just get out of your way.

Listen, l don't want to interfere
with your business.

l'm not a cop.

l'm from the University of Illinois.

Erm...

l'll just get out of your way.

Hey, come on! Let me go!

Look, you're not being very smart.

My colleagues know where l am
and they're expecting me back.

Now let me go!

l hear you're looking
for Candyman, bitch.

Well, you found him.

We hear you're looking
for Candyman, bitch.

Step back.

Number four,
step forward and say the line.

We hear you're looking
for Candyman, bitch.

Step back.

Number five,
step forward and say the line.

We hear you're looking
for Candyman, bitch.

Step back.
Take them out.

He's number five.

Good work.

How'd you catch him?

We swept the place.

We start from the top floor
and work our way down.

That way you can flush them all out.

Whole of Cabrini's locked down now.

You're very lucky to be alive, Ms. Lyle.

- Did he kill Ruthie Jean?
- Oh, no question.

Killed that poor kid as well.

He ran the Overlords.

Oh, we knew everything about him.

Only reason why we didn't bring him in before
because we couldn't find anyone to testify.

We can't protect them down
at Cabrini-Green, and they knew that.

What about the little boy, Jake?

We don't need him.
We have you.

Hey, Jake.

Listen, l just wanted to thank you
for saving my life.

l wanna go home.

We'll get you out of here
right away, kid.

You did good.

You said it was our secret.
You lied.

Lt still is, Jake.
You won't have to go to court.

Candyman will get me.

Candyman isn't real.

He's just a story.

You know, like Dracula or Frankenstein.

A bad man took his name
so he could scare us.

But now that he's locked up,
everything's gonna be OK.

Candyman ain't real?

No.

Hey, dear!

Whoa! Slow down!
You're supposed to be the invalid here.

No, no, no, it's much better.
Look. See? lt's much better today.

Yeah, it looks great.

Come sit down.

- You haven't eaten already, have you?
- No, of course not.

OK, good.

Hey!

Welcome back.

- Thanks.
- Let me see.

l'm so glad you're OK.
l would've totally freaked.

Yeah, but you know
what bugs me about the whole thing?

Two people get brutally murdered
and the cops do nothing.

Whereas a white woman goes in there and
gets attacked, and they lock the place down.

Yeah, l know,
but this was a bad guy.

You got him put away.
That's all that matters.

- Oh! l've got a surprise for you.
- What?

You're not gonna believe it.

The pictures!

A friend of mine in the photography
department managed to save most of them.

l'd written them off.
The camera was smashed.

That's not all.

l've been talking to some publishers,

and there's a lot of interest
since you made the local section.

We're gonna be published.

Alright. So l'll come over tomorrow at 9:00,
and we'll get started, right?

- Yeah.
- OK.

'Helen.'

Yes?

'Helen.'

Who is that?

Who is that?

Helen.

l came for you.

Do l know you?

No.

No, but you doubted me.

l'm sorry. l have to go.

No need to leave yet.

But l'm late.

You are not content with the stories,

so l was obliged to come.

Be my victim.

Be my victim.

'l am the writing on the wall,

'the whisper in the classroom.

'Without these things,
l am nothing.

'So now,
l must shed innocent blood.

'Come with me.'

No!

Anthony!

Anthony!

No, no! No!

No! Anthony!

Anthony!

Anthony! No!

Anne-Marie?

You bitch! You bitch!

- Stay back! Stay back!
- Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?

My baby!

You murderer!

You... No!

Stop!
Please, stop! Stop.

Now, stop! Stop!

Police! Open up!

Alright, hold it right there!

Back away! Now!

Look out, look out!

Remove your sweater.

Drop it and slide it over to me.

Take off your brassiere.

Can l please take a shower?

Oh, God.

Drop it, slide it over to me.

Lift up your arms.

Lift your left breast.

Your right.

Remove your underwear.

Can l please speak
with Detective Valento?

Remove your underwear.

Frank.

Ms. Lyle, you're under arrest.
Do you understand?

Please let me explain.

Do you understand?

- Yes, but...
- You have the right to remain silent.

Do you understand?

This is crazy. l was attacked.

Respond to the question!

l understand.

At approximately 1 0:00pm,

Anne-Marie McCoy
returned to her apartment.

She discovered her dog
with its head cut off.

She cried for assistance,

at which point you attacked her
with a meat cleaver.

You were still in possession
of this weapon

when the arresting officers
came to her aid.

Where's the baby?

l don't know.

You're sick.

Before l ask
any further questions,

would you like to have counsel?

Yes or no?

l would like
to make a phone call.

'l'm sorry,
we can't take your call.

'Please leave a message
after the tone.'

Trevor, are you there?
Pick up.

lt's an emergency, Trevor.
Pick up the phone!

'l've been arrested.
l'm at the 1 8th District.

'Can you...
Can you please come pick me up?'

That's it.

Do you know what time it is?

3:00am.

Oh, God.

There's gotta be
another way out of here.

Cover her face.
Don't say anything.

- Just have to walk to the car.
- OK? That's it.

Alright. Here we go.

You'll be fine. Stick with me.

There she is!
There she is!

Just keep your head down.

Alright, people. Back off. Back off.
We have no comment.

Absolutely no comment.
Nothing to say.

We have absolutely nothing to say!
No comment!

My client has not been charged
with a thing!

'...some information has indicated

'that baby Anthony was abducted
and may still be alive.

'The blood
may have come from the dog.

'A suspect was released this morning
after questioning,

'and l guess we'll just have
to follow this one as it...'

Well, at least they didn't
mention your name. That's good.

Now, they haven't charged you
because they think they'll find the body.

Which means, l'm afraid,
they're shooting for murder one,

but l don't think they have a chance.

Do you think l did it?

No, nobody believes that.

But it's crossed your mind?

ls there anything,

any detail, however small,

that you can recall that would help us
substantiate your version of events?

l... l blacked out. l mean, l...

l don't know what happened.

l just woke up in that place
and there was blood everywhere.

Can l get you anything?

Are you sure?

Look, honey, l was supposed
to go over to the campus

and pick up some work.

l'm concerned about leaving you alone,
though.

- l'll only be about 20 minutes.
- Trevor?

Where were you last night?

l was here. l was fast asleep.

l thought you were with Bernadette.

Look, honey,
l'm gonna stand by you.

We're gonna get through this, OK?

l'll be right back.

Believe in me.

Be my victim.

Come on.

Please.

'Do you believe in me?'

Keep away from me!

'l have the child.

'Allow me to take you,
or he will die in your place.'

No!

'Your disbelief destroyed
the faith of my congregation.

'Without them, l am nothing.

'So l was obliged to come.

'And now l must kill you.'

Your death will be a tale
to frighten children,

to make lovers cling closer in their rapture.

Come with me and be immortal.

Helen?

Bernadette.

Bernadette, go.

Helen?

Helen, honey, it's
Bernadette, let me in.

He's here.

Bernadette. Go!

Helen!

Helen?

Go on! Get out!

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no.

Trevor...

Trevor, he's here.

He's here. He's here.

'Don't let him kill me.'

Trevor?

Trevor!

Trevor!

Trevor!

Trevor. Trevor!

- Hey, hey.
- Trevor! Trev...!

Take her outside.

Trevor.

Hold me, Trevor, please?

'Why do you want to live?

'lf you would learn just a little from me,

'you would not beg to live.

'l am rumor.

'Lt is a blessed condition, believe me.

'To be whispered about
at street corners.

'To live in other people's dreams,
but not to have to be.

'Do you understand?'

'Please, God,
don't let him kill the baby.'

Trevor!

Trevor?

Trevor!

Where are you going?

No, you can't leave me here!

l can't defend myself!

No.

'What do the good know,

'except what the bad teach them
by their excesses?'

Murderer.

Allow me at least a kiss.

Just one exquisite kiss.

Murderer!

Help!

Listen, he's under the bed!

Bring me 1 ,000 mills.

Listen. He's here.
He's under the bed!

No. Don't.

She's coming around.

Morning.

l'd like to speak to my husband.

So would l.

- There we go.
- What time is it?

- Where are we going?
- We're going to Disneyland.

Clyde, open it up.

Winley? Clyde, open it up.

What the hell are you
all doing back there, huh? Huh?

A little reading? Huh?

Freak.

- Dr. Burke?
- Yes.

Ms. Lyle, l'm Dr. Burke.

l'd like to speak to my husband.

l'm sure we can arrange a visit.

A visit?

Have l been committed?

Do you really think these restraints
are necessary?

Helen, this is a writ of detention
from the state attorney's office.

- Now, for the past month...
- Month?

Yes.

We've been stabilizing you
on a heavy dosage of Thorazine.

You probably remember
very little, or nothing.

Get me my attorney.

l'm working for your defense.

We have to assess
your ability to stand trial.

Helen,

you've been charged
with first-degree murder.

Why don't you tell me what happened
in your apartment?

The night you were admitted,

did the killer appear to you?

'Murderer! Murderer!

'Murderer! Help me!

'He's here!
He's under the bed!'

- 'Help me!'
- l don't understand.

'Help! Please! He's here!

'Help me!
Help me! Please!

- That...
- 'He's under the bed. He's under the bed.'

That's not possible.

'Bring me 1 ,000 mills.'

Bernadette.

l'm not capable of that.

No matter what's going wrong,

l know one thing -
that no part of me,

no matter how hidden,

is capable of that.

l can prove it.

How?

l can call him.

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman.

You're mine now.

Tonight our congregation
shall witness a new miracle.

Dr. Burke?

Dr. Burke, open the door!

Dr. Burke!

Dr. Burke, please answer.

Dr. Burke!

'Code nine, ward B-5, stat.

'Code nine, ward B-5, stat.'

Check the west wing!

All clear! Right!

Let's go! Go, go, go!

We have a direction on this one?
Where is she?

Please be home, Trevor.
Please be home.

Get out of my home.

Trevor!

What's the matter, sweetie pie?
Did you make another little boo-boo?

What are you doing here?

l live here. Remember?

Call the hospital.

Don't touch the phone.

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

l hate the color scheme.

What were you gonna do, Trevor?
Wait till l got out before you told me?

Helen.

You knew l was never coming out,
didn't you?

l think we should call the hospital.

OK.

Go on.

Go on.

ls that what you wanna do?

Call them.

l'm not a murderer.

l'm not...

Trevor, you were all l had left.

lt's over.

'lf you'd like to make a call,
please hang up and try again.'

'They will all abandon you.

'All you have left
is my desire for you.'

'Helen.

'You came to me.'

The child...

We had a deal.

Surrender to me now,

and he shall be unharmed.

'We have a bargain.'

And l'm afraid.

'Do you fear the pain,
or what is beyond?'

Both.

'The pain,
l can assure you, will be exquisite.

'As for our deaths,
there is nothing to fear.

'Our names will be written
on a thousand walls,

'our crimes told and retold
by our faithful believers.

'We shall die together
in front of their very eyes

'and give them something
to be haunted by.'

Come with me

and be immortal.

No!

No!

No!

'You're mine now.

'lt's time for a new miracle.'

'Lt was always you, Helen.

'Lt was always you.'

He's here.

l'm coming.

lt's OK.

Check it out, man.

Yes.

- What happened?
- They got Candyman out there!

Candyman's in there!
l saw him go in there! l saw his hook!

The Candyman's in there!
l saw his hook!

l knew you'd come.

Burn him.

Shh!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Help! Help!

Burn him! Burn him!
Burn him! Burn him!

Help! Help me!

You lied to me!

'We must be
on our way now, you and l.

'Our bones will soon be ashes,

'and we shall never be separated again.'

Let me go.

'l cannot.
We are already dead.'

Come back to me!

Come back!

We commend to Almighty God,
our sister, Helen,

and we commit her body
to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The Lord bless her and keep her
and give her peace.

God of holiness and power,

accept our prayers,
on behalf of your servant, Helen.

Do not count her deeds against her,

for in her heart she desired
to do your will.

May Almighty God bless you,
the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

My God. Look at that.

Trevor?

Trevor?

What is it?

Trevor, are you alright?

Yeah, l'm fine.

Aren't you hungry?

No, l'm OK.
l'll eat a little bit later.

l was gonna make us a nice dinner.

OK. Whatever.

Hey, why don't you help me
make the salad?

OK. l'll be there in a minute.

Helen.

Oh, Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Ow.

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

Trevor?

My God, Trevor?

Trevor?

Trevor?