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(Insects chittering)

Man: They will say that I have shed innocent blood.

What's blood for...

If not for shedding?

With my hook for a hand,

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

(Buzzing)

(Woman screaming)

(Siren blaring)

Man: I came for you.

Woman: This is the scariest story I have ever heard,

and it's totally true.

It 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

'cause 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?

Well, his right hand is sawn off.

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?

Woman: So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror and he said...

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

(Sighs)

No one ever got past four.

Not here.

Go downstairs. I have a surprise for you.

(Chuckling)

Woman: She looked in the mirror and, I don't know why,

but she said his name the last time.

Candyman.

Woman: She turned out the lights...

(Screaming)

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 roommate's boyfriend knows him.

So, when did you first hear this story?

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

The babysitterjust 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.

- All right. - Thanks.

No problem.

- See ya. - See ya.

See ya.

(Giggling)

Seems like they're getting younger every day.

(Giggling)

Man: Does anybody remember the craze

for the pet baby alligators?

Woman: Well, 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.

Man: Where did this happen?

Woman: In Miami.

They went blind and albino from living in the dark.

(Laughing)

Man 2: Sir, it wasn't Miami, it was New York.

I read it in the paper.

Oh, well, then it must be true.

(Laughing)

Man: 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.

(Bell ringing)

Man: That's lunch.

(Indistinct chatter)

The primordial reptile is now transformed

into this monster, right? Why?

Ouch. Ooh. It's bad news.

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

Hello.

Helen, do you know everybody?

The creme de la creme. Harold, Diane, Daniel, Stacey.

-Hello.

So, keep up the good work. Thanks for your contributions.

- Thanks. Bye. - Awesome lecture.

See you.

(Door closing)

See ya.

So you wanna tell me about this girl?

What's her name? Stacey.

(Door slams shut)

She could barely look me in the eyes, Trevor,

and I swear she was blushing.

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

All those bursting adolescent hormones.

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

Good. I 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 I were gathering data

from the freshmen, so why did you have to ruin it?

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

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

while the two of you complete your thesis.

I mean, be realistic.

I have a curriculum I have to follow here.

Yes, I know.

Well? So don't be mad at me.

(Keyboard clacking)

Woman: If you look in the mirror

and say his name five times,

he'll appear behind you breathing down your neck.

(Keyboard clacking)

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

Woman: So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror and he said,

"Candyman, Candyman, Candyman..."

(Tape recorder clicks off)

(Keyboard clacking)

Candyman, huh?

Yes, have you heard of him?

Mm-hmm. You doin' a study on him?

Yes, I am. What have you heard?

Everybody's scared of him once it gets dark.

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

- Cabrini-green? - Yeah, in the projects.

I live on the south side,

so I 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 I talk to your friend? - Sure.

- Kitty? - Yeah? What do you want?

Lady down here wanna talk to you.

All right.

She comin'.

I'm Helen Lyle.

Pleased to meet you. Henrietta mosely.

- And this is kitty culver. - Hello.

Tell her what you told me about the Candyman.

Well, all I know was there was some lady in a tub,

and she heard a noise.

Do you remember her name?

I think her name was ruthie Jean.

And she heard this bangin' and smashin'

like somebody was tryin' to make a hole in the wall.

So ruthie called 911

and she said there's somebody comin' through the walls.

And they didn't believe her.

They thought the lady was crazy, right?

Culver: Mm-hmm.

So she called 911 again, and they still didn't believe her.

When they finally got there, she was dead.

- Was she shot? - No...

Um, she was killed with a hook.

(Cutting sound) Yeah.

It's true. Yeah, it is.

I read it in the papers. Candyman killed her.

Yeah, but I don't know nothin' about that.

(Microfilm machine whirring)

(Microfilm machine whirring)

(Wind blowing)

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. I won't even drive past there.

Heard a kid got shot there the other day.

Every day.

Okay, now look carefully at this picture.

And then this one.

You spot it?

That's not cabrini-green.

That's this building, Lincoln village.

My apartment was built as a housing project.

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 El 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. - (Chuckling)

Now wait till you see this.

Here's the proof.

(Rattling and thudding)

The killer, or killers,

they don't know which,

smashed their way through the back of this cabinet.

See, there's no wall there.

It's only a medicine chest

separating us from the other apartment.

(Hollow banging)

Hey, hey, wait, what are you doing?

There could be somebody on the toilet!

- No, the apartment's vacant. - Are you sure?

- Yes. - (Loud banging)

Ok. Now take a look.

Walsh: That is amazing.

- (Gasping) - What?

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

There's nobody there.

- Psych. - That's not funny.

- (Laughing) - That was not funny.

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

(Hollow banging)

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

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

I don't. Do you?

All right.

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman...

Candyman.

- Oh, you chicken! - (Laughing)

You have to do it five times. Come on, go again.

(Indistinct conversation)

(Clock ticking)

(Pills rattling)

Trevor?

- (Dramatic music) - (Muffled screaming)

- Oh, Trevor! - What? Who were you expecting?

- What time is it? - It's late, and I'm smashed.

Sorry I scared you.

- (Moaning) - (Sighing)

What's with the arsenal, Bernadette?

We're only going eight blocks.

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

I just said dress conservatively.

Yeah, well, we look like cops.

Why are you trying to scare me?

I'm not trying to scare you, Helen.

I just want you to think, okay?

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?

- In a second. - Exactly.

(Sighs) All right.

(Engine revving)

(Indistinct conversations)

- You wanna wait here for me? - No.

Well, then let's go.

- Check 'em out. - Helen: And lock the car.

(Dog barking)

Man 1: Hey, now.

Man 2: Want somethin', baby? I got it for you.

Man 3: Say, yo, mama. Come on, baby.

Man 4: Yo, baby.

- Which way you goin'? - Just going inside.

Man 5: Y'all can't come up in here.

Man 6: Can't come up in here.

'Scuse 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?

Man 7: 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?

(Whistling)

Heads up, people.

Five-o comin' up the back door. Police!

It's ok. They think we're cops. They're not going to follow us.

(Indistinct shouting)

Hang on.

(Camera shutter clicking)

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

(Camera shutter clicking)

Walsh: "Sweets to..."

- Helen: "The sweet." - Walsh: "Sweets to the sweet."

(Camera shutter clicking)

- Hurry up, Helen. - Lemme just get the door.

- (Loud banging) - (Dog barking)

(Door slams shut)

- Sorry. - Jesus, Helen.

- Here it is. - Don't go in there.

Come on, come on.

Jesus, it stinks.

(Camera shutter clicking)

See? I 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.

(Door opening, creaking)

It's all right. There's nothing to see.

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicking)

Helen: God.

Wait a minute. This is where he crawled through, right?

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

(Camera shutter clicking)

Ok. Hang onto this.

I'm just gonna go through,

and when I get back, we're outta here. I promise.

You've gotta be kidding.

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

What if somebody's packing drugs in there?

You just gonna apologize and give 'em your card? Huh?

All right. Let's listen.

- There's nobody in there. - Ok.

But hurry up. Be careful.

Give me the camera.

- You got five minutes. - Ok. Five.

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Footsteps splashing)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Footsteps splashing)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera whirring)

Damn it.

- (Candy clicks) - Ow.

Bernadette! Sorry.

Iran out of film. I've gotta go back.

- No way. - You can't...

No, way, Helen. We're outta here!

All right.

- (Cabinet shuts) - (Gasping)

Hey, what y'all doin' in there?

Walsh: We're just leaving.

- You here for the sweep? - No. We're not cops.

- We're from the university. - 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.

- (Baby crying) - My baby. Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Woman: You know, whites don't ever come here,

'cept to cause us a problem.

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

Let's go in.

(Door closes)

So, you say you're doing a study?

What you gonna say? That we're bad? Hmm?

We steal? We gang-bang?

We all on drugs, right?

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

I just wanna raise my child good.

- He's a beautiful little boy. - He's all I got.

- What's his name? - Anthony.

I'm Anne-Marie.

Anne-Marie McCoy.

- Nice to meet you. - I'm sorry we disturbed you.

- We'|I just get out of your way. - I-It's ok. I mean,

I don't mean to be rude. It's...

You know, just the white folks that come round here

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

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

Making a mess here, huh?

Thank you. Thanks.

- You got kids? - No, but I'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.

I heard her screamin'.

I heard her right through the walls.

I dialed 911. Nobody came.

Nobody came. Everybody scared.

He could come right through these walls, you know?

I-I'm scared.

Scared for my child.

They ain't never gonna catch him.

Who?

Candyman.

(Laughing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Man: If they saw something they liked, they'd point.

Theythought it was rude to point.

- What did they do? - They went... (Grunting)

Spat over people. Quite extraordinary.

- Be nice. - I am being nice.

I'm being very nice.

So how are the two most beautiful

graduate students getting along now?

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

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

I think I can fit you in tomorrow morning.

We're not ready yet.

That's precisely the moment at which

I can be of greatest assistance.

Before you disappear down a path to academic oblivia.

Trevor: I think I've been there.

(Laughing)

Actually, purcell, we're about to Bury you.

- Helen... - What?

I'm sure we're gonna have something for you

in a week or so, it'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 I wrote about him ten years ago.

I mean, you do know the story, don't you?

(Laughing)

Then how are you going to Bury me?

The legend first appeared in 1890.

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.

Why, it 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.

Hmph.

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.

- (Sawing noises) - (Man grunting)

Purcell: No one came to his aid.

- (Man grunting) - (Sawing continues)

Purcell: But this was just the beginning of his ordeal.

Nearby there was an apiary.

Dozens of hives, filled with hungry bees.

- (Screaming) - (Bees buzzing)

Purcell: They smashed the hives and stole the honeycomb...

And smeared it over his prone, naked body.

- (Buzzing continues) - (Screaming continues)

Purcell: Candyman was stung to death by the bees.

- (Screaming) - (Camera shutter clicking)

Purcell: They burned his body on a giant pyre

and then scattered his ashes over cabrini-green.

(Camera shutter clicking)

Hello.

(Knocking)

Anne-Marie ain't in.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. She said you'd be back.

(Dog barking)

What's your name?

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

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

Do you know anything about that?

Her name was ruthie Jean.

I don't know nothin'.

Did anybody else talk about it?

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

Because I'm not a cop.

So nobody's gonna get in trouble.

I can't say nothin',

or Candyman'll get me.

Candyman, huh?

You scared of him?

I ain't scared of nobody.

But you're crazy walkin' here on your own.

- It ain't safe around here. - Yeah, I know.

But I 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,

I'll make you a promise.

It'll be our secret.

Unless you're too scared.

- Somebody building a bonfire? - Yeah, for the party.

In there.

- Candyman's in there? - My friend Charlie says so.

A boy got killed there.

- Helen: Who was he? - Ain't sure.

Charlie tell me he was weird.

- He was crazy? - Jake: No, a retard.

(Camera shutter clicking)

His mom was in the store.

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

His mom was takin' her time, choosin' this, lookin' at that.

So the boy started moanin'. His mom get mad at him.

Sent him across the street.

His mom's at the checkout. She hears her boy screamin'.

Boy: Mommy! Mommy!

There's a big tough guy. He runs over to check it out.

(Indistinct screaming)

Jake: Come out of there shakin' and cryin'.

He only been in there five seconds.

Come out of there and his hair turned white.

I mean, it turned white, just like that.

Was the boy murdered?

Worse. He's iyin' on the floor

in a pool of blood, holdin' himself.

(Screaming) 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?

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Siren wailing in distance)

Hello?

- (Door creaking shut) - (Gagging)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Gagging and coughing)

(Door creaking open)

(Coughing)

(Door creaking open)

(Coughing and gagging)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Door slams open)

- (Buzzing) - Oh!

- (Toilet flushing) - (Coughing and gagging)

(Ominous music)

Candyman.

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Door creaking open)

(Door closes)

Oh, excuse me.

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

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

I'm not a cop. I'm from the university of Illinois.

Um... I'll just get out of your way.

Hey, come on! Let me go!

Look, you're not being very smart.

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

Now let me go!

I hear you're lookin' for Candyman, bitch.

Well, you found him.

(Groaning)

(Laughing)

(Door creaking open)

We hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch.

Man: Step back.

Number four, step forward and say the line.

We hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch.

Man: Step back.

Number five, step forward and say the line.

We hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch.

Man: Step back. Take 'em out.

- It's number five. - Good work.

(Sighs)

- 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.

(Sniffs)

- 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.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey, Jake.

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

I wanna go home.

We'll get you outta here right away, kid.

- You did good. - You said it was our secret.

- You lied. - It 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?

(Keys and doorknob rattling)

- Hey! - Slow down!

You're supposed to be the invalid here.

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

It's much better today.

- Yeah, it looks great. - Come and sit.

(Sighs)

You haven't eaten already, have you?

No, of course not.

Ok, good.

(Sighs)

Hey, welcome back.

- Thanks. - Let me see.

I'm so glad you're ok. I 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, I know, but this was a bad guy.

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

Oh! I'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.

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

That's not all. I've been talking to some publishers.

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

We're gonna be published.

All right, so I'll come over tomorrow at 9,

we'll get started, right?

- Yeah. - Ok.

(Car engine rumbling)

(Car horn honking)

(Ominous music)

- (Keys rattling) - (Trunk unlocking)

Man: Helen...

Yes?

Man: Helen...

Who is that?

Who is that?

Man: Helen...

I came for you.

(Banging)

(Banging)

(Breathing heavily)

(Whooshing)

(Whooshing)

Do I know you?

No, but you doubted me.

- I'm sorry. I have to go. - Candyman: No need to leave yet.

(Whooshing)

(Whooshing)

But I'm late.

Can dyman: You are not content with the stories,

so I was obliged to come.

(Deep breath)

Be my victim.

Be my victim.

I am the writing on the wall,

the whisper in the classroom.

Without these things, I am nothing.

So now I must shed innocent blood.

Come with me.

(Screaming)

(Wailing)

(Wailing continues)

Anne-Marie: Anthony!

Anthony!

(Wailing)

No, no! No...

No, Anthony! Anthony!

(Wailing continues)

Anthony! No!

- Anne-Marie? - No! You bitch! You bitch!

- Stay back! - Where's my baby?

(Screaming)

My baby! You murderer! You...

(Head banging on floor)

Please, stop!

- (Knife stabbing flesh) - (Screaming)

- Now, stop! Stop! - (Pounding on door)

- Officer: Police! Open up! - (Wooden door breaking)

All right, hold it right there! Back away! Now!

- (Screaming) - Officer: Look out, look out!

(Indistinct shouting)

(Helicopter whirring)

(Feedback over pa)

Remove your sweater.

(Crying)

Policewoman: Drop it and slide it over to me.

(Sobbing quietly)

Take off your brassiere.

(Sobbing)

Can I please take a shower?

(Groaning)

Oh, god...

(Sobbing quietly)

Policewoman: Drop it, slide it over to me.

Lift up your arms.

(Whimpering)

Lift your left breast.

Your right.

(Whimpering)

Remove your underwear.

Can I please speak with detective valento?

Remove your underwear.

(Door opening)

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. I was attacked. - Respond to the question!

I understand.

Valento: At approximately 10 P.M.,

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.

Detective: Where's the baby?

- I-I don't know. - You're sick.

Valento: Before iask any further questions,

would you like to have counsel?

- (Banging on table) - Yes or no?

I-I-I would like to make a phone call.

(Telephone ringing)

Trevor's voice: I'm sorry we can't take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Trevor, are you there? Pick up.

It's an emergency, Trevor. Pick up the phone.

I've been arrested. I'm at the 18th district.

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

- That's it. - (Receiver hangs up)

Do you know what time it is?

(Heavy door closing, keys rattling)

(Toilet flushes)

(Banging, eerie noises)

(Anthony cooing)

(Crying)

(Whooshing)

- (Crying) - (Hair ripping)

(Heavy door opening, keys rattling)

Oh, god.

(Indistinct commotion)

There's gotta be another way out of here.

Man: Cover her face.

Don't say anything that's happened. Walk to the car.

Trevor: Ok.

You'll be fine. Stick with me.

Reporter: There she is!

Just keep your head down. Let's go.

(Clearing throat)

- Right here! Right here! - All right, 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.

Reporter: 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 I guess we'lljust have to follow this one as it devel...

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, I'm afraid, they're shooting for murder one,

but I don't think they have a chance.

- Do you think I did it? - No, nobody believes that.

But it's crossed your mind?

Is there anything, any detail, however small,

that you can recall that would help us

substantiate your version of events?

I-I blacked out. I mean, I...

I don't know what happened.

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

(Footsteps approaching)

Can I get you anything?

Are you sure?

(Kissing)

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

and pick up some work.

I'm concerned about leaving you alone, though.

- Only gonna be about 20 minutes. - Helen: Trevor?

Where were you last night?

I was here. I was fast asleep.

I thought you were with Bernadette.

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

We're gonna get through this, ok?

I'll be right back.

(Door opens, closes)

(Indistinct voices)

(Slide projector clicking)

(Projector clicks off)

- (Crashing) - (Yelping)

(Heartbeat pounding)

(Yelling)

Believe in me.

Be my victim.

(Gasping)

Come on... please...

(Whimpering)

Do you believe in me?

- Keep away from me! - Can dyman: I have the child.

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

Helen: Oh, god, no.

Can dyman: Your disbelief

destroyed the faith of my congregation.

Without them, I am nothing.

So I was obliged to come.

And now I 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.

(Yelling)

(Doorbell ringing)

Helen?

Helen, it's Bernie.

Bernadette?

Bernadette, go...

Helen.

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

He's here...

Bernadette... go!

Helen!

Helen?

- Helen: Go on! Get out! - (Door slams shut)

(Groaning)

Oh, no... no, no, no...

- (Squishing) - (Screaming)

- (Grunting) - (Screaming continues)

(Gasping)

(Footsteps echoing)

Trevor...

Trevor, he's here.

He's here. He's... here.

(Panting)

Don't let him kill me.

(Indistinct conversations)

Helen: Trevor?

Trevor!

(Indistinct conversations over radio)

Trevor!

Trevor!

(Grunting)

Trevor. Trevor!

- Officer: Hey, hey. - Trevor! Trevor!

(Camera shutter clicking)

Take her outside.

- (Camera shutter clicking) - Trevor...

Hold me, Trevor, please?

(Buzzing)

(Indistinct chatter over radio)

Can dyman: Why do you want to live?

If you would learn just a little from me,

you would not beg to live.

I am rumor.

It 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?

(Anthony crying)

(Anthony continues crying)

Helen: Please, god, don't let him kill the baby.

(Indistinct chatter over radio)

(Fluorescent lamps buzzing)

Helen: Trevor!

Trevor?

Trevor!

Nurse: All right.

Where are you going?

No, you can't leave me here. I can't defend myself!

(Grunting)

(Panting)

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.

(Anthony crying)

Murderer!

Help! Listen, he's under the bed!

(Grunting)

Bring me 1,000 ml.

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

No... don't... oh...

(Wind blowing)

(Anthony vocalizing)

(Sucking noises)

(Door creaking open)

(Coughing)

She's coming around. Morning.

I'd like to speak to my husband.

(Chuckling)

So would I.

- There we go. - What time is it?

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

(Door closing)

- (Indistinct chatter over pa) - Mm-mm.

Clyde, open it up.

Whitley, Clyde, open it up.

(Door humming)

What the hell y'all doing back there? Huh? Huh?

A little reading, huh?

(Door closing)

(Knocking)

- Dr. Burke? - Burke: Yes?

Ms. Lyle, I'm Dr. Burke.

(Doors shut)

I'd like to speak to my husband.

I'm sure we can arrange a visit.

Have I 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. - I'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?

(Grunting and struggling)

Burke: The night you were admitted,

did the killer appear to you?

Helen (on TV): Murderer! Murderer!

Murderer! Help me!

(Grunting and struggling)

Helen (on TV): He's here! He's under the bed!

(Grunting and struggling)

- Helen (on TV): Help me! - I don't understand.

Helen (on TV): Help! Please! He's here!

Help me! Help me! Please!

Helen (on TV): He's under the bed...

That's not possible.

Bring me 1,000 mi.

Bernadette.

(Deep breath)

I'm not capable of that.

No matter what's going wrong,

I know one thing. That no part of me,

no matter how hidden, is capable of that.

- I can prove it. - How?

I can call him.

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman...

Candyman.

- (Grunting) - (Squishing)

(Shouting)

(Screaming)

(Grunting)

You're mine now.

Tonight our congregation shall witness a new miracle.

- (Squishing) - (Grunting)

(Leather ripping)

(Glass breaking)

(Alarm bell ringing)

Nurse: Dr. Burke?

- (Knocking) - (Indistinct shouting)

Nurse: Dr. Burke?

Dr. Burke? Dr. Burke. Dr. Burke, please answer.

Dr. Burke!

(Knocking on glass)

- (Thudding) - (Shouting)

Woman (over pa): Code nine, ward b-5, stat.

Code nine, ward b-5, stat.

(Keys rattling)

Man 1: Check the west wing!

- Man 2: All clear! - Man 1: Right!

- Man 2: Let's go! - Man 1: Go, go, go!

Woman: We have a direction on this one?

(Elevator bell dings)

Please be home, Trevor. Please be home.

(Panting)

(Rattling)

(Rattling continues)

Helen: Get out of my home.

Stacey: (Gasping) Trevor!

Trevor: What's the matter, sweetie pie?

Did you make another little boo-boo?

What are you doing here?

I live here. Remember?

Call the hospital.

Don't touch the phone.

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

(Scoffs)

I hate the color scheme.

What were you going to do, Trevor,

wait till I got out before you told me?

Helen...

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

I think we should call the hospital.

- (Dial tone buzzing) - Go on.

Go on.

Is that what you wanna do?

(Sobbing)

Call them.

(Sobbing)

(Dial tone continues buzzing)

(Sniffing)

I'm not a murderer.

Trevor, you were all I had left.

(Shuddering)

(Off-the-hook tone blaring)

(Sobbing)

It's over.

Operator: If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

Can dyman: They will all abandon you.

All you have left is my desire for you.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Door closing)

(Shouting in distance)

(Slow deep breathing)

- (Grunting) - (Squishing)

- (Gasping) - Can dyman: Helen...

(Squishing and tearing)

Can dyman: You came to me.

(Sighing)

- We had a deal. - Surrender to me now...

And he shall be unharmed.

- We have a bargain. - But I'm afraid.

Do you fear the pain, or what is beyond?

The pain, I 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.

Can dyman: We shall die together in front of their very eyes

and give them something to be haunted by.

Come with me and be immortal.

(Shouting)

(Buzzing)

Aah! No!

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Squishing)

Can dyman: Hush.

Hush.

You're mine now.

It's time for a new miracle.

(Anthony cooing)

(Groaning)

(Gasping)

(Metal object clattering)

(Panting)

(Fire crackling)

(Bee buzzing)

(Footsteps echoing)

Can dyman: It was always you, Helen.

It was always you.

(Anthony crying)

(Anthony continues crying)

(Anthony crying)

(Junk clattering)

- (Anthony crying) - (Junk continues clattering)

He's here.

(Anthony continues crying)

(Junk clattering)

I'm coming.

(Grunting)

- It's ok. - Man: Check it out, man.

Oh... yes.

(Indistinct conversations)

Man: What happened?

They got Candyman out there!

Jake: Candyman's in there.

I saw him go in there. I saw his hook.

Candyman's in there! I saw his hook!

- Shh. - (Anthony continues crying)

- (Dramatic music) - (Struggling)

I knew you'd come.

Burn him.

(Fire whooshing)

Hush.

Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!

(Muffled screaming)

(Crowd chanting) Burn him!

Help! Help!

(Crowd chanting) Burn! Burn! Burn!

Help! Help me!

- (Indistinct shouting) - (Flames crackling)

You lied to me!

We must be on our way now, you and I.

Our bones will soon be ashes,

and we shall never be separated again.

Let me go.

Icannot we are already dead.

(Anthony crying)

Can dyman: Helen!

(Screaming)

(Wood clattering)

(Screaming)

(Grunting)

(Yelling)

(Candyman groaning)

Come back to me!

(Flames whooshing)

Come back!

(Anthony crying)

(Screaming)

- (Bonfire collapsing) - (Candyman yelling)

(Inaudible)

(Bees buzzing)

(Flames roaring)

Priest: 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.

The almighty god bless you,

the father and the son and the holy spirit.

Archie: My god. Look at that.

Purcell: Trevor?

(Hook clanking)

Stacey: Trevor?

Stacey: Trevor, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Stacey: Aren't you hungry?

No, I'm ok. I'll eat a little bit later.

I was gonna make us a nice dinner.

Ok. Whatever.

(Sighing)

(Bottles rattling)

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

Trevor: Ok. I'll be there in a minute.

(Scoffs)

(Sighs)

Oh, Helen...

(Sobbing)

Oh, Helen...

Helen...

Helen.

(Light clicks off)

Helen.

(Dramatic music)

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

- (Squishing) - (Yelling)

Trevor...

My god, Trevor?

Trevor?

Trevor?

(Screaming)